garage talk

uh

i just got the fuck off a plane

6 car garage

i got more than 1 job

be a boss

go hard

wake up

smelling kush when i yawn

shorty wanna fuck with the king

tired of them pawns

ain't on the top? well

that's nonsense

bank account full of g's

so that's all you gon' get

tsa know my face so they don't trip

chain frost

big bitch that i'm with don't give me no lip

we done touch m's

now we on to billions

hard to explain how these new rugs feeling

blow my kush up in high ceiling's

having meetings at the crib

confidential dealings

and i ain't gotta tell you who the realest is

that's my nigga spitta

foreign cooked chef

and where the kitchen is

money straight where my business is

and the girls fuck with me so i'm always where the bitches is

kid

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

i see all the sexy mami's in here

hey

ayy

wiz i smell you up here

too

make sure you pass that kk to the dj booth

aw shit

here comes spitta on them gold bbs

yep

swung through

gold bbs and the spoiler kit

1986

slinging that shit

they want the family price on them bricks

but i just had a son and i only love him

so i ain't coming down on the price

ain't no where else you gon' get shit this nice

got cocaine white

air force nikes

bought k-swisses for all my bitches

put hightop troops on all my shooters

pour the goose down

jack it from the booster

shootouts on the roof

racing in them coupes

she wore the gucci frames with the door knocker hoops

and the lying motherfucker tell you i ain't the truth

rich uncle come through

pop the truck

pull the duffel

lay the merchandise out

get the loot

motherfucker

east side real nigga

show ya how to hustle

outside

put the fucking chevrolet's on the bumper

if it don't hop

nigga

park that shit

that ain't no low rider

that's a rollin' imposter

put the stocks on fool

quit playing like you out here

2009

all kind of high

high fly handfuls on the moon trying to drive

its a stoned duo

solid gold jewel though

kicked the fuck out that game and now she won't go

ladies

if you ain't go your own drinks

you gotta get out the section

you heard my man spitta

fellas

raise your glasses

tip your bartenders

and make sure you take that nigga bitch

we bout to ride out

jet life

taylor gang

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